Lost

I reach for the things I cannot have I love, but it's never returned Trust is something I give away Knowing it has to be earned I mourn for those who need mourning But for me no tear is shed No one will offer their shoulder I cry in silence instead I weep for the widows and beggers Just like the good book commands I've nothing to offer in treasure I help with my own two hands I have no place to lay my head A bench becomes my bed Each morning I wake up hungry Knowing that I won't be fed I'm someone's son or daughter Somewhere our paths have crossed I'm the one who fell through the cracks I'm what the world has lost